INSECTICIDAL MANIAC

Rocky Slug had been on the stakeout for almost two whole days. Ever since they found the two bodies on the trail which the authorities attributed to a vicious serial killer. Sam Snail had asked him to stay and try to catch the perpetrator in the act. Ever since he had left the force, Sam had been trying to crack the big case and win the respect of his contemporaries. Rocky, on the other hand, only cared about making as many greenback aphids as possible. And he did pretty good in doing that, if he had to say so himself. This could be a real slimy business, but Rocky was the slug to do it.
The sun was getting pretty high in the late morning sky when he saw a very suspicious character loom up before him. He ducked behind a rock when he realized exactly who it was. ‘That Fenimore kid is loose in the meadow!! And what is he doing???’ Rocky watched in horror as the events unfolded before him. He was as pale as a ghost when he finally regained his wits and turned to rush back to the office and report this unsettling news. This information was going to break the wrinkled torso case wide open!!
Little Billy and Latimer were walking down to Sam Snails office to see how the investigation was going. They would really like the guilty party to be caught since neither of them wanted to have to endure testifying about all the gory details they had witnessed. Latimer had only now been able to sleep at night and not wake up in a cold sweat.
As they neared the office Billy saw Rocky scurrying towards them. Scurrying for a slug, anyway. He was totally out of breath when he got to them and could only motion them inside since he couldn’t yet talk. Inside the office he collapsed on the floor with Billy, Latimer, Sam and Rhonda Grasshopper surrounding him. Rhonda had the foresight to bring her pen and pad to take notes.
“It was horrible………HORRIBLE I tell you!!” It was all Rocky could do to get that out. His voice trembled, sweat covered his furrowed brow and his hands shook as he began to relate what he had seen on the trail. “The Fenimore kid…..he’s the killer…..and it’s even worse than we could possibly imagine. He had a whole bowl of wrinkled torsos…..he must have wiped out an entire village!! And…..and……he…..was EATING them by the handful!!!”
Latimer immediately passed out, Little Billy started retching, Sam paled and Rhonda turned to race to the bathroom but slipped on something that Rocky had drug in and ended up sprawled out on the floor with her long gams twisted beneath her.
Little Bobby was upset that they were out of raisins. He had only gotten this bowl of them because he had raided his older sisters bran flakes.